The herd had stopped half a mile away and leaving my, to mark the spot where the dead animal lay in the green grass, I gave them another run but very horse was too near afraid to bring me within possible range. Kublai did not like it when I came up with him with my gun and trotted off. I tried to catch him but every time he kept just beyond my reach and finally I signalled to Quinn to come to my assistance, she caught him without difficulty but I should have had a long chase along. It taught us a valuable lesson, which was never to go out & hunt alone if it is possible not to do so. If my pony runs away we may be left alone miles from water with serious consequences, I think there is nothing which makes one feel more helpless than to be alone on the plains, without a horse. For miles and miles there is only the rolling grass land with never a house or break in horizons. One feels so & it seems so futile to walk, so utterly useless for one's own legs carry me so slowly & such a pitifully short distance in these vast spaces. There is no other sensation which is readily similar. That is to be left alone in an open boat only a night by land. There is the same feeling of utter helplessness, with only ones arms to fling with which to row. One feels so very, very small and me